Writing Without the Drama

She is one busy little girl.

As I become more and more conscious, I am realizing more and more how frequently I have a low blood sugar.

That dull roar behind my ears.  That feeling of falling.  The sharpness.  The stiffness.

I think it is a combination of kids running under the floor boards, over consuming and hypo girl actively driving it down as a kill switch.

Not fun in either circumstance.

I do think they want to be picked up though because they are making themselves ever so obvious.

I mean I ate a FULL meal, way off WW, and was running low.  I had cheesy toast and a baked potato!!!  That takes some effort to drop my BG in the face of those carbs.

And I love her.  She saved my life countless times (okay, she has been counting - on her fingers which is so cute - and it is like a gazillion and a half times).

I think she gets activated by the same kids as Insomnia girls.

Those that haven’t been given voice yet.  Those that are stirred up and the adult doesn’t realize it yet.

All my life I have been ‘managing’ my blood sugar, when really it was just kids asking to get picked up.

And that’s pretty darn cool

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